Everything She Ever Wanted True Story Novels & Stories

The uncontrollable rages that came with my condition. Vivian had looked at me with disgust and told me she couldn't marry someone who was on the verge of death. She has been ready to break off our engagement and walk away. Then Mr. Cohen had found Aubree. And Vivian had suddenly changed her tune. Marriage was back on. The wedding was being planned. Because now I would live. Now I would be the perfect billionaire husband she wanted. "Darling!" Vivian walked over and sat right on my lap without asking. "I missed you."

It was worse than she expected, painting her financial desperation as a pattern of manipulation rather than circumstance, suggesting without directly stating that she'd targeted Nathaniel the same way she'd allegedly targeted her landlord, both instances conveniently glossing over the fact that the original arrangement had been his idea, his money, his desperation that started everything. "They're rewriting the whole story," Everly said quietly, the fight draining out of her voice as the reality of it sank in. "A week ago, the narrative was two people finding real love despite an unconventional beginning. Now I'm apparently a con artist who's been running the same play on multiple men."

She stayed at Devon's side since the night Jessica ran me over. We had a cart full of party supplies and after catching up with her the last few days I got to know her interests and what she wanted the most. She loves taking pictures and wanted a new camera. When we reached the cameras Erica looks at me curious. "How'd you know she wanted a camera?" "We talked about our interests and she said she loved taking pictures but her camera broke and wanted a new one. I didn't know what else she likes so I figured a new camera," I say with a smile.

"You're everything I've ever wanted and needed. Your skin is heaven, and I will love caressing you tonight. Your curves have been keeping me awake many nights." The wind gets knocked out of my lungs. Does he mean that? "Do you mean that?" He looks at me with incredulous eyes. "I wasn't kidding earlier when I told you that I wanted to put my babies in you since I first looked at you. Nothing about that statement warrants speculation since it's the honest truth." He licks the top of my ear. "I want to put all my babies into you if you'll let me do that, Everett." Inadvertently, I lick my lips and then sigh.

That night she was almost late to see Kaella because she needed to prepare her father's belongings for their escape. But thankfully all those dark times have passed well. Even now she had forgotten her paranoia about Rafe. She didn't feel anxious anymore as she strolled through the city center. She lived her days happily. She applied for a job as a virtual assistant six months after she lived in South Carolina. She felt the need to work because Kaella had also found a job as a shopkeeper at a branded clothing store. She couldn't keep using the money she stole from Rafe’s wallet. The longer they will have the burden of living more. So she tries to apply for a job as a virtual assistant to ear

A prosthetic, something silicone and expensive, ordered from a costume supplier. She bribed Dr. Evans, whose name she speaks in the casual tone other women use for their hairdressers. Ultrasound pictures with her name and somebody else's baby on them. A miscarriage that was a phone call and a performance. I keep my face still. I have a great deal of practice keeping my face still. Then she gets to Nat. She figured out months ago who Natasha really was. After she became obsessed with Chase and started spending more time with him, she wanted to know everything about his wife.

At last, realization struck. "It was you!" She lunged at my mother, her voice shrill. "You switched the necklaces! You did this to me on purpose!" My mother calmly stepped back, easily avoiding her grasp. "Vanessa, you were the one who tried to harm me first." "I didn't! I don't know anything about any necklace—" "That's enough." My mother's voice turned icy. "Richard Hart and Vanessa Moore conspired to steal my identity and fortune using a soul-swapping necklace.

"Remember when we first opened the restaurant here? We had no idea what we were doing, and we made it work." "We did, didn't we?" "We did. And we'll make this work too." She pulled me into a hug. "Team Liv and Lena, taking on America." I hugged her back, feeling lighter than I had in days. "You're crazy, you know that?" "Says the woman who broke into a military facility to rescue her boyfriend," Lena shot back. "Fair point." We pulled apart, both grinning now despite the tears. "So when are we doing this?" Lena asked. "When does Ryan leave?"

Given her current state, my first thought was that she might hurt me, so I immediately stepped back and kept my distance. Her hair was a mess. The elegance she once had was completely wiped out. She looked exhausted and broken. Tears streamed down her face, and her voice shook as she said, “Aaron… I’ve been waiting for you for so long. After everything that’s happened, I finally realized that you're the only one who's ever treated me well…” I was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to respond. She kept going, desperation spilling out of her. “I want to be with you. If you’re willing, you can even keep working at the company—whatever you want. I have nothing left now. I just want to be with

She stops, she catches her breath, she looks at me, she looks at me with her eyes that are mine, that are my children's, that are Marcus's, that are this family's we are building, stone by stone, day after day, hope after hope, forgiveness after forgiveness, love after love, and she continues, she continues to recount, to say, to share, to give, to offer, to love, everything she lived, everything she endured, everything she suffered, everything she lost, everything she gave, everything she sacrificed, everything she sold, everything she betrayed, everything she abandoned, everything she left, everything she forgot, everything, everything, everything. — The conspiracy, Élianor, the conspiracy